Ignorance is <i>Bliss</i>

Malignant Felicity is a paradisaical abode to the faithful remains of a mighty pack. Once ruled by the magnificent wolf Genocide, now the wolves of this pack follow the laws of the Alpha Lance, son of Sorna, Beta and Genocide's best friend...

The sounds of crashing water fill your auds as you enter this tropical paradise. The tall trunks tower above you. The treetop canopy's seem to shade the beautiful land from the sun's rays. What a paradise this place seems. This place dubbed Malignant Felicity. As you draw closer to the boarders a stench slowly devours the air around you. The stench of death.

"Beware..." scream the birds from above you. "She kills for games. She kills for fun." Something deep inside tells you to listen. Your body tells you not to go no further. Do you listen or do you dare move into the pack borders. This could be a life or death decision...

Follow the Queen, or become a corpse that lines her border. The choice lies with you.

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Ignorance is Bliss
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Posted on April 20, 2011 at 06:50:49 PM by Baku

Devil seemed to have that little matter handled and, with a casual brush as her salutation, she went about her business. Malignant, after all, was so very big. If she wanted to get much exploring done, she would have to...

Ah, damn it.

The howl was more a shriek than anything, and rounded triangular ears flattened at the sound. How... irritating. She certainly didn't think of it as evil. Not that she cared much for such a title anyway. It was far too cut-and-dry. She sighed and shook her head before locating its source, hackles already risen a bit. Honestly, how many outsiders could Malignant attract? The only reason she came here was because she trusted these wolves wouldn't be irritatingly cheery. She hated irritatingly cheery folks.

She made no effort to conceal herself as she approached the female at the border, chops raising in a snarl at her posture. Right down to a raised tail, that arrogant harpy.

Baku was not in a good mood. No, she wanted nothing more than to step aside and curl up somewhere cool to rest. But no. Pack before self.

"You'll submit or your corpse will," she warned with a low growl. Not in the mood for playing around now, no sir. Brown and black fur stood up ever so slightly, eyes were drawn narrow with a banked fire in them. "I'm in no mood for the insolent outsider who doesn't know their place."

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